Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

"Thank you Auntie." Xu Xu took the bag over and glanced down.

Jiang Qinglian took her and walked to the dining table. "This is pure pear soup and moisturizes the lungs. I remember you loved it when you were young, but I don't know if it tasted then."

With a smile, Xu Xu said, "It's still better to drink the pear soup stewed by grandma."

After she said that, she lowered her head, her face darkened.

The hand holding the bag could not help but tighten, the long eyelashes fluttered, and the suddenly angry thoughts and sadness in his heart revealed.

Jiang Qinglian looked at Xu Xie, and she lost her mind for a moment. Then she smiled, stretched out her hand, and patted her gently on the back of Xu Xuan. The elderly know that they must be very relieved. "

It's better not to say that, as the vivid emotions could not be restrained, her eyes became red, she reached out and touched her belly, and said sadly, "If grandma is still so good."

What the elderly wanted most to see was coming soon.

If grandma is still there, so many things won't happen, uncle will not pick up Su Yan and Su Shi back.

Even if they come back with grandma, there is at least a backbone in this family to preside over the whole situation.

The more Xu Xu thought about it, the more he thought about Wang Daqin, and his eyelashes soon got wet.

Yan Yanjiu, twisted her eyebrows, quickly got up and walked to the front of life, reached out and wiped her tears with her fingertips, "No wonder the book says that pregnant women are prone to sentimentality."

Then he took her hand, walked back to the position and sat down.

Jiang Qinglian looked at the vivid and eloquent back, frowning and hesitant, rubbing his hands uneasily.

"Don't bring my son into a crybaby." After sitting down, Yan Rusheng took a tissue and wiped his tears, teasing her while wiping.

At this moment, the faces of both of them were childlike, clean, fresh, and bright like the sun.

Jiang Qinglian looked at her thoughts.

"Just Liao Lun, who is from day to night." Xu Xuan rolled his words like a blind eye, then turned to Jiang Qinglian, beckoned to her, "auntie, come and sit down."

"Oh." Jiang Qinglian glanced back from his thoughts, the corners of his mouth tilted unnaturally, "OK."

She lifted her feet, walked to lifelike side, put the pear soup in her hand on the table, and then opened the chair and sat down.

"I'll try the taste of this pear soup." Xu Xu reached out and peeled off the beverage packaging bag. The cup containing the pear soup was a glass bottle like a small vase, very delicate.

She couldn't help but touch the bottle.

Women are always particularly interested in these gadgets. Previously in Wen Xuxu, he didn't find that she had the common characteristics of these little women. Now he is blaming himself when he is getting along with her, who says that Wen Xuxu is not woman? Who says she has no feminine charm?

Up and down all over the body!

Yan Rusheng's gaze followed the vivid line of sight, and she fell on the pear soup glass bottle. The pale brown liquid in it was thick and slippery.

Jiang Qinglian's gaze moved quietly to Xu Xuan's little belly that could not see her pregnancy. The hand on the table couldn't help but make a fist, hesitated, and struggled.

"If you take this bottle home, you can insert a rose and put it on the dining table." Xu Xu suddenly said.

Then she tilted her head, smiled sweetly at Jiang Qinglian, unscrewed the lid, picked up the straw, and inserted it into the bottle.